Dear
Jeremy,
I
have been writing poems for you.
Long
ago I read in
“The
Death of a Nobody”
that
final death occurs
when
someone still on earth
has
the last thought
of
the one who has gone.
You
were somebody.
Like
the dinosaurs
who
so captured your imagination
you
lived, you existed,
you
left your mark.
In
the African
the
national television station
exists
in its design
because
of you.
You
are still somebody.
.
Other
somebodies
Who
have not met you
may
see these poems.
You
will live.
You
will be known.
You
will still be
somebody.